The path we took
Loneliness, darkness, suicide attempt,
bit by bit our heart became a game hunted by soberness.
none of these did mama remember to teach us to fight
so we grew into children who chose a black moon to a sunrise.
One of us died after suicide finally made his heart
the wall where black mural is beautiful,
One of us became trapped in another world,
his love stories were sample products of Irony
but for us who fell in love with words,
our heart became the spring where courage is fetched,
our tongues became a home where love is concealed,
our body found peace and we became unbreakable.
© Kolade Olawale Kabir Àdèlé